"You left us! You don't give a damn about us!" I was going to keep screaming until the son of a bitch was driven out of my sight.I felt something touc... my hand, and my first thought was my wrists were being put in restraints again. But instead, I saw that Debbie had taken my hand in hers. I looked up into her eyes, and my next scream died on my lips.She looked at me calmly, caringly. My body was still vibrating with the aftershocks of my rage as she raised her other hand to briefly touch my. He was leaning over, pressing his mouth on the nipple and breathing warm breath on it. He continued for a while and then latched on to the other tit moaning loud and loving it. By now, I had moved to the other side of the bed, lying and watching them both enjoying their sex. My cock had extended to its full length of over 8” and thick like a telephone pole; straight towards the ceiling and I was playing with it as they played with each other, enjoying their sex show. Scot let go her tit for a. Moving behind Meredith. she reached around the woman’s slender body and gave each breast a gentle rub, tugging gently at her nipples, making them grow from dark raisins to ripe olives. ?Try to keep her erect while I find my persuader.? Les rummaged around in the little blue nylon bag she always brought to work. So simple. Every home has at least one. A pair of pliers. I saw the day’s first look of horror well up in Meredith’s eyes as Leslie walked up to her. My partner ran a gentle hand. Marge was trying to stand up to stretch. “Mom you slut.” Lucy yelled. “Get your big ass downbefore Brad gets back. “Its bad enough he had to see itonce.”Lucy could see Marge was irritated at her as well.“So what. I’m sure he’s seen plenty at his agealready.” Marge replied back ignoring her. “And yourass not so small either tight ass.”Lucy wanted to get up and slap her mother when sheheard noises coming out the door of the house..